Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warning: General sap.
Birthday request for Valentine GW Schoolboys.
"This is so stupid!" Duo threw up his hands and groaned as he leaned back in his chair.
Wu Fei, perched on the edge of the single bed, shrugged as he looked down at his sheet of pink paper. "A poem isn't difficult."
"Says you!" Duo snorted back as he glared and slapped a hand down on his own paper. "It's for Valentine's day! It's supposed to be about love, or friendship, or... goofy stuff like that!"
Heero was staring out of the one window of his and Duo's small dorm room. Relegated to a boarding school, and expected to learn both academics and how to live in their new world of peace, things had been very rocky. Their demerits were mounting and, Heero suspected, Duo was about to add to them with his refusal to complete their new assignment.
"I could help," Quatre suggested from where he was resting full length on the bed, his already completed assignment on the blankets before him.
"Yeah?" Duo scoffed. "Why don't you just write it for me... oh, wait, that would mean that I would have to read your flowery shit in front of the class. No thanks!"
Quatre grimaced and rolled eyes at Trowa. Trowa hid a smirk behind his hair.
"I suppose you're done too?" Duo shot at Trowa. Trowa only shrugged.
"Heero?" Duo growled.
"No, not done yet," Heero replied, not taking his eyes from the sweeping green of the school's front lawn and the sunshine outside.
"Write about something you like," Quatre suggested patiently. "It could be your love for your Gundam."
Duo brightened. "Yeah? That qualifies?"
Quatre grinned. "Yes, I think that qualifies."
Duo looked relieved and put pencil to paper. "Everybody shut up. I'm thinking, here."
Valentine's day dawned sooner than any of them wished. The class squirmed, poems in hand on pink paper, as the taciturn looking teacher eyed them as if he were sizing up troops on the field. His pointer struck out and leveled at Quatre's chest. "You first, Mr. Winner."
Quatre smiled nervously and stood before the class. He cleared his throat and
"We are like Dandelions in Spring, unwanted for the damage we bring.Yet two dandelions find common ground, and love, when others are not around."
Quatre sat down. Duo sank in his chair and muttered to him, "Well, that sucked."
Quatre snickered. "I never claimed to be a poet."
"Good," the teacher barked and then his pointer struck out and leveled at Trowa. "Mr. Barton?"
Trowa slowly slid from his chair and faced the class. Head ducked down and paper gripped hard, he read, "Like dust, we whirl and dance, caught on the winds of chance."
He sat down. Duo frowned, confused. "That's it? I could have made something that short. Where the hell was the love part?" he growled at Quatre.
"Good, Barton!" the teacher barked again and then leveled his pointer at Wu Fei.
Wu Fei stood up as if at attention and read in a very serious voice, "We are bound by honor, kept together by fates, and stricken from life by desires."
He sat down. Duo threw up his hands. "That didn't even rhyme!"
The teacher was frowning, but then decided that he should be happy to get what he could from his notorious students. "Fine Mr. Wu Fei." His pointer whipped out. "Maxwell?"
"Why don't I get 'mister'?" Duo groused as he stood up. He tossed his braid over his shoulder and squared his shoulders in embarrassment as he read, "Dark, like night, he lives for the fight. He takes what I give and makes me want to live. I can't get enough, and that makes it tough. He doesn't see me and I know one day he'll leave me."
Duo sat down and ducked his head, paper working in nervous hands.
Quatre looked sympathetic. "Deathsycthe still means a lot to you, even after..." It was destroyed, Quatre wanted to say, but didn't finish.
Duo shot an odd look at him and then muttered. "Yeah... Deathscythe."
"Admirable effort," the teacher proclaimed and then jabbed his pointer at Heero. "Mr. Yuy?"
Heero stood up slowly. He didn't say anything for a long moment and then he read, "He is fire, laughter, and life. He is friend, confidant, and strife. I am his shadow and he is my light, yet he can't see beyond the fight."
Heero sat down. Duo blinked at him. The teacher commended Heero even while the other students snickered and whispered about the content.
After class, Heero and Duo left the others behind and returned to their dorm room. Duo turned and asked Heero seriously, "So, shadow... who's your light?"
Heero tossed his pink paper, with it's poem, onto a table and then asked, "Who are you afraid will leave you?"
They were very quiet, not looking at each other as they summoned their courage, and then they both said, at the same time, "You."
They looked up at each other then, astonished, and then laughed.
"You," Duo repeated.
"Yes, you," Heero replied and they closed the space between them and took each other's hands.
Broad fingers wrapped around ones as hard as steel and they fell into a shy kiss that soon deepened into so much more.
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